The pain in their stomachs never more or less, sated by nothing, why do we not that protest.
The painter, by God, given the artful eye,
With each graceful flick of the wrist,
Upon blank canvas the scene is set to dry,
So a rare beauty can exist.
Often Misunderstood
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
This is where my soul exhales in verse — welcome to my uniVerse.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author
Life is all about being curious, asking questions, and discovering your passion. And it can be fun!
Work by Rain Alchemist
It's Time to Play...
I dream so I write ..
A 60-something guy trying to figure out the world, and his place in it.
Thoughts that travel no where but still exist....(and other stuff thrown in!)
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